Wading through a ground cloud. Such a cool image.“Grandma Grace Bakes Cookies”I drag my chair closeShe mixes flour sugarlove in chipped red bowl(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
I like the line break after sugar! Makes "love" work nicely in both lines.
I agree, Steve! I think Carol is going to wind up with a holiday collection, while mine seems to be about the weather outside and inside my head!
So far most of my memories have to do with my Grandmother, who used to come every Christmas for two weeks. She lived in Chicago and was one of my all time favorite people.
Hi! Thanks for the invitation to join the fun.Love the image, how the fog (strangely, right?) makes distance more visible. I see those trees recede.Here's a not-haiku, but has a haiku-like quality, I think.CROWS GATHERCrows gather in the woodlot near the creek. One floats into a tree, followed by another, then more strung across the sky ‒ from down the valley more than a dozen in all, caws from the last of them puncture the orange dusk. How like my heart, these crows that float, that meander across the cold-blue sky, and alight in the trees, hunched and peering:watchful, timorous. Silence grows in the frost on the dark side of the trunks.
Yes, very haiku-like. Especially the turn at the end. I can close my eyes and see those crows...
Steve, the word choice here takes my breath away. "Float into the air, then strung across the sky, the puncture. The tone/mood is intense! Wow!
Love the image of fog snuggling in.